ROYAL MAFIA: BRITANNIA WAIVES THE RULES
THE ROYAL PARASITES HAVE DESIGNED THE BEST WAY OF CRUISING THROUGH LIFE AT EVERYBODY ELSE'S
EXPENSE. NON-STOP PARTYING, WINING AND DINING ACROSS THE GLOBE PAID BY THE TAXPAYERS AND
EVERY OTHER COUNTRY THAT TOLERATE HER FREE FOREIGN TRIPS, AND HER MASONIC SPOKESMEN HAVE THE
CHEEK TO CALL IT WORK.
Royal parasites pathological obsession with haughty titles
(There is something seriously disturbing about their inbred lunacy promoted by their dodgy rags)
Israeli embassy and freemason godfather the Dukey Kent are neighbours
Harry's freemason next door neighbours in Kensington Palace
Jewish charities attend Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party at Buckingham Palace
The Truth About The So Called British “Royal Family”: They are ALL Jews!
EXPOSED: All the Queen’s Agents and Corporations that Control the World
The royal parasites fighting over power grab (The whole rotten archaic system they operate
for their own self enrichment is only fit for the nearest scrap heap)
Royal Family Secrets Exposed 2016 (VIDEO)
Queen Elizabeth II the largest landowner on Earth, The value of her land holding alone is £17,600,000,000,000
(Stolen by her despotic forefathers and using freemason judges today to steal mens land and properties in family courts
right across the globe)
Royal parasite's death will trigger massive wave of fake news royalist bullshit(VIDEO)
British royals even use psychiatric gulags for their own family(VIDEO)
The grotesque horrors of Britain's royal mafia and its global tentacles of masonic power and control
The Power behind the Throne (VIDEO)
REMEMBRANCE DAY FACADE (VIDEO)
VIP homopaedo ring operating out of Buckingham Palace and Balmoral Castle
Noel Edmonds claims the royal parasite and Margaret Thatcher conspired to cover up Jimmy Savile’s child abuse
Royal parasites behind global spying at GCHQ and MI5(VIDEO)
British royal parasites and their none to cosy relationship with GCHQ
VIP homopaedo ring 'abused teenage boy INSIDE Buckingham Palace and Balmoral Castle'
ALL THE QUEEN'S FORCES AND ALL THE QUEEN'S MEN
BRITISH ROYAL DESPOTIC HISTORY
Royal parasite's legal mafia thugs try to keep his political interfering secret
World's most expensive homes revealed: Buckingham Palace is top of the property ladder at more than £1billion - beating mansions in India, Los Angeles, New York and France
The Most Powerful Woman in the World
Saxe-Coburg and Gotha
The name Saxe-Coburg-Gotha came to the British Royal Parasites in 1840
Media finally admit Queen is BY FAR the richest person in the world (so why don't the RICH LISTS
Royal mafia and their meaningless titles to make themselves LOOK important when they are NOT
How the richest despot on the planet avoids scrutiny of her vast riches, SHE hides them
behind a facade of the STATE and CROWN
The dodges that push the richest despot on the planet down the trillionaire list
Prince William Taking Two Huge Steps To Become The "Masonic Christ"!
Is The British Royal Family Secretly Jewish?
A Jewish King And Queen Of England? It's Possible
Why is the British royal family named Windsor so damn important?
The "Jewish" Conspiracy is British Imperialism
The Occult Reason For The Royal Wedding
The Royal family and the freemasons
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Power dressing royals out in force
Royal sheeple in their droves show deference to their enslavers
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THE ROYAL PARASITES HAVE DESIGNED THE BEST WAY OF CRUISING THROUGH LIFE AT EVERYBODY ELSE'S
EXPENSE. NON-STOP PARTYING, WINING AND DINING ACROSS THE GLOBE PAID BY THE TAXPAYERS AND
EVERY OTHER COUNTRY THAT TOLERATE HER FREE FOREIGN TRIPS, AND HER MASONIC SPOKESMEN HAVE THE
CHEEK TO CALL IT WORK.
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Tacky trinkets taken by those prepared to support a vile regime
|No shame as old royal bat uses Hollywood glamour to prop up the firm
Usual culprits at the royalist bullshit propaganda.
Harmsworth, Murdoch and Desmond.
|Harmsworth's Daily Rat promote royal sprogs shamelessly used to sell their parasitic brand
A brainwashed population with never ending royalist weddings, sprogs, birthdays and every other pathetic excuse
to promote a Britain run by a despotic regime. Only a few press mafia pumping out this bullshit giving the illusion
that they are important and popular when comments right across the internet say otherwise.
|Freemason fed royal parasites on parade
|Celebrities line up to kiss the royal arse once again
|No end to the endless royalist wedding bullshit
Harmsworth, Desmond, Murdoch and Simon Fox (Trinity Mirror) the main culprits
|All Roads Lead to the Queen VIDEO
|Israeli embassy and freemason godfather the Dukey Kent are neighbours
|The royalist browbeating of the peasants goes on unabated
It only needs a few press mafia to create a massive wall of royalist bullshit
that directly contradicts the opinions of the browbeaten peasantry.
|No end to the royalist bullshit
|Gutter press the lapdog for royalist propaganda
Royalist propaganda goes on unabated proving they only operate for one mob
|Kevin Maguire: Push a royal wedding in our face and the monarchy can’t complain when majority turn our backs
FULL ARTICLE HERE
Bigger crowds cheer the brass bands and trade union banners every July at the solidly working class Durham Miners’ Gala but, hey, royalty’s all ridiculous Ruritanian fantasy and that’s topped by exaggerated adulation.
There’s a touch of Donald Trump Fake News in the aggrandized billing of royalty’s latest wedding as the world’s greatest since, well, the last one conveniently involving the groom’s brother and best man.
I’m not against Harry Wales and Meghan Markle. Indeed I send them my best wishes, as I do to everybody else who wed today (the others not charging us a small fortune, it should be noted).
And I desperately hope this is a happier fairy tale than the 1981 edition mis-sold by stand-in father of the bride Charles when poor Di proved a lamb to the slaughter.
But I am against an elitist monarchy and today we were in the silent uninterested majority – 66% or two-thirds of us according to pollster YouGov – who felt what BBC royal correspondent Nicholas Witchell diplomatically termed “polite indifference to it all”.
Street party-free swathes of Britain and bustling shops on a sunny Saturday told us far more about public enthusiasm, of the lack of it, for the establishment production than the fawning subjects who’d travel to watch the Queen order a flunkey to pick up a corgi’s poo.
If that in Windsor was the best the royals can do after months of North Korean propaganda, Harry Jong-un’s summit with his American darling hailed as an international moment of supreme importance, there’s hope yet for us republicans.
Leave me out of the monarchy myth when royalty performs a pernicious political purpose in adding a respectability gloss to unearned privilege and extreme inequality.
Look up to them and the subservient look down on themselves, Windsor as much a people’s event as Eton’s a people’s school or Claridge’s is a people’s hotel.
How mean not to feed the 1,200 “commoners” instructed to bring picnics as they stood in the grounds of Windsor Castle, unpaid TV extras denied even crumbs from the rich family’s table.
Don’t even get me started on the estimated £30m cost when the price alone of the bride’s £250,000 dress could’ve built two council houses.
I had a lovely day today, thank you, going on a Park Run then sitting in the garden before a family gathering.
Push a wedding in our face and the monarchy can’t complain the majority turn our backs.
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|ROYAL WEDDING SPECIAL - Rule By Bloodline? VIDEO
|Gutter rags come out with outrageous claims about royal wedding boost
|Gutter rags overdose peasants on royalist BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!
|Royals new sprogs shamelessly used to sell their parasitic brand
It only takes a few millionaire GUTTER printing press owners to create the ILLUSION
of a royalist paradise instead of the real seedy conjob being made against Britain's unsuspecting sheeple.
MURDOCH, DESMOND, HARMSWORTH, BARCLAY BROTHERS the MAIN culprits.
|The murderous British establishment and their protection network VIDEO
|Harmsworth's Daily Rat's OTT coverage of latest royal parasite's sprog
Gutter rags and their printing press fascist owners the propaganda tool for the royal mafia
|Wall to wall royalist bullshit from the UK's GUTTER press
|One more royal sprog exposes massive disparity in a rare gutter press front page
|Desmond's rag having a royalist propaganda laugh
When psychopaths are in control of printing presses you get this utter bullshit
|The royal parasites fighting over power grab
|Royal wedding invites going out to the peasantry NOT
The royals don't have friends they have an entourage of freemasons who are called on
any time they want to make it look like they are popular. Gaddafi used the same trick
and look how he ended up.
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|Burrell trial exposes how the royal parasites interfere in court cases, AVOID appearing in HRH courts and
how the queen CANNOT be tried or prosecuted in the very courts she resides over
FULL ARTICLE HERE
Paul Burrell only one of the many homosexuals who work at the palace
Her gutter rags paint a picture that she ONLY rubber stamps Britain's judicial appointments
but throughout history the royals masonic lackeys have reigned over the peasantry using every dirty
murderous trick in the book to steal the family silver with total impunity and why SHE is the richest
despot on the planet by far.
Men have been and continue to lose their livelihoods and lives in HER dens of inquity where the QUEEN personally selects the
evil masonic judicial bastards who are stripping men bare to line the royals and their goffers pockets
Some interesting facts from today's Daily Rat exposures.
How Prince Charles dramatically tried to stop court case of Diana’s butler Paul Burrell that threatened to humiliate the Royals
Paul Burrell was accused of stealing 310 items together worth £4.5 million
The police discovered 2,000 negatives. Charles in the bath with his children, and many others showing the young princes naked.
Cops filled a lorry sent from London with 2,000 items that de Brunner judged had been illegally removed.
The princess,would never have given away such personal material, and certainly not in such quantities.
There can be few people in Britain unaware of the 2002 trial of Paul Burrell, which was dramatically halted after the Queen had a ‘recollection’.
Among the most serious disclosures are those relating to Prince Charles — and the attempts made on his behalf to try to stop the prosecution going ahead.
Although married himself, Burrell had so many gay affairs with guardsmen that Diana’s chef called him ‘Barrack-Room Bertha’.
Unaware of the scale of the alleged theft, and knowing that low-paid staff occasionally pilfered small items, Charles told his assistant private secretary Mark Bolland that Burrell probably did steal some things ‘because they all do’.
'The prince will say he gave the things to [the butler] and that Burrell’s actions were all right.’
During his second police interview Burrell was asked: ‘Did you tell anyone that you had the property?
‘No,’ he admitted, insisting that the items — including all Diana’s school reports — were gifts.
Burrell’s solicitor Andrew Shaw, for his part, appeared to think the case would never come to trial.
‘You’re making a terrible mistake,’ he told Maxine de Brunner. ‘They won’t let Burrell’s secrets be splashed
in the public domain. They’ll never let this come to trial.’ (HOW THEY CAN AVOID THEIR DIRTY LINEN BEING AIRED IN PUBLIC)
Fiona Shackleton,Charles’s divorce lawyer revealed that Paul Burrell had sent the prince a handwritten
letter in which he offered to return some of the items, provided Charles agreed not to support any prosecution.
The letter had been returned on her advice.
The CPS lawyer explained that the case could be closed only if Prince William and Diana’s sister Lady Sarah McCorquodale, who together inherited Diana’s property, signed statements to drop their complaints.
Shackleton’s view was that Charles could not be party to undermining the legal system. (WHICH HE TRIED TO DO ON NUMEROUS OCCASIONS)
Agreeing to accept the return of some property in exchange for dropping the investigation, she said, would make it look as if Buckingham Palace were participating in a cover-up.
(SOMETHING THEY DO ALL THE TIME)
This, of course, would have been the ideal moment for the Queen to recall that she’d allowed the butler to take some of Diana’s possessions for safekeeping. But apparently she didn’t say a WORD.
Who knew what Burrell might say in the witness box? In effect, he was a time-bomb, having witnessed the prince’s secret meetings and phone calls with Camilla while he was married, and Diana’s many rendezvous with her boyfriends.
The police had now had time to watch six videos found in Burrell’s home, featuring Diana talking about the most intimate details of her relationship with the Royal Family, her sex life with Charles, and her affair with police protection officer Barry Mannakee.
What had happened, the police wondered, to the missing ten tapes? [Material from Settelen’s six recovered tapes was used in a Channel 4 documentary last year.]
And there was another tape that worried Charles. Kept in a box of Diana’s and now, he believed, in Burrell’s possession, it described the alleged HOMOSEXUAL rape of one member of his staff by another of his staff.
Burrell’s lawyers now issued a warning to Shackleton. If Burrell were prosecuted, they said, he would have to describe from the witness box not only details of Diana’s sex life, he might also read out quotes from letters in which Prince Philip had allegedly threatened her.
Burrell’s lawyers later explained that this was not a threat — the defence was seeking only to protect the Royal Family.
He wanted to let Charles know that he’d return all the property, but insisted on telling him so in person.
Throughout the 25-minute meeting, the spin-doctor had been appalled by Burrell’s ‘creepy manner’. The royals’ staff, he thought, were ‘a slimy, weird group with odd relationships’.
Later, he reported back to Charles that the butler wanted ‘a big hug and an offer of a job at Balmoral. He doesn’t want to be cast out’.
Instead, Charles was palpably shocked when the police told him 2,000 items had been seized at Burrell’s home.
It was the first time he’d heard the actual number.
‘He’s taken the lot!’ Charles exclaimed.
After listening to more evidence against the butler, Charles was asked if he supported a prosecution. ‘We’ve got no alternative,’ he sighed. Before leaving, the police asked Charles not to have any contact with Burrell.
The prince was now in a fix. Officially, he had to support the CPS’s charge that Burrell had stolen the items but privately, he still wanted the prosecution halted.
Another big sticking-point was that Diana’s sister and co-executor, Lady Sarah McCorquodale, was adamant that the butler should be brought to trial.
In an attempt to avert prosecution, Burrell’s lawyer handed the police a 39-page statement signed by his client.
Among other things, it described the butler’s close relationship with Diana — how he would smuggle her boyfriends into Kensington Palace, cancel public engagements so she could be with her lovers, and provide meals for the princess and her man of the moment.
Even the police could see that if Burrell gave detailed testimony about Diana’s sex life in court, the monarchy would be seriously harmed.
The lawyer then sent further warnings about Burrell’s intention to speak about events of ‘extreme delicacy’ and ‘matters of a very private nature’, and how his enjoyment of Diana’s ‘intimate’ trust would require ‘close examination’ at trial.
Again Charles did not reply. This provoked Burrell’s lawyer to threaten to summon the prince as a witness.
Burrell’s lawyer again approached the police, insisting that a message be passed on to Charles.
His client, he said, was offering to return all the royal items in his possession if the prosecution was dropped.
Charles ordered his new private secretary, Sir Michael Peat, to express his concern about continuing with the prosecution if it was a lost cause.
Both officers were disturbed by Peat’s performance. In his concern to protect Charles, he seemed to forget that Burrell had actually been charged with stealing property belonging to Diana’s executors, not the prince.
Or that any decisions about the prosecution now had to be taken by the Director of Public Prosecutions, who was sure he could prove Burrell’s guilt.
Peat summoned two of Diana’s executors to the palace — her sister Lady Sarah and the princess’s former private secretary, Michael Gibbins.
‘The police,’ Peat told them, ‘don’t have enough evidence to mount a successful prosecution and the case must be stopped. There is a risk of acquittal.’
He also spoke frankly about Charles’s fears that, among other things, Burrell would testify in detail about both Diana’s love life and her anger at the way she’d been treated by the Royal Family.
But it was no good. After two hours of discussion, he’d failed to persuade Charles’s sister-in-law to change her mind.
Paul Burrell, aged 44, stood in the dock of Court One at the Old Bailey, accused of stealing 310 items together worth £4.5 million.
The Queen had recalled a meeting five years earlier, soon after Diana’s death. Burrell had come to the palace to tell her about preserving some of the princess’s papers.
‘The Queen agreed that he should care for them,’ said Peat.
Only by questioning the Queen in court could Burrell’s version of the conversation be rebutted, and that was constitutionally impossible.
No reigning monarch could appear in ‘Her Majesty’s’ court. ‘That’s the end of the trial,’(THAT STATEMENT LAYS BARE THE ENORMITY OF BRITISH INJUSTICE THAT
CAN FLOW FROM ANY INDIVIDUAL ESPECIALLY THE RULING MONARCH BEING ABLE TO AVOID ANY FORM OF PROSECUTION)
According to palace rumours, however, Peat did tell Peter Goldsmith, the attorney general, that the recollection was a ‘golden opportunity to get rid of this embarrassment’.
To some in the prosecution and to police at the Old Bailey, the circumstances of the recollection described by Peat lacked credibility.
Inevitably, some of those involved in the case questioned whether the Queen had ever met Burrell in the ‘three-hour’ audience he had described in his statement of February 13, 2002.
The surprise was the timing of her revelation, coinciding as it did with Charles’s increasing despair — and the palace’s highly convenient interpretation of that meeting.
‘An act of genius,’ was the judgment of one Whitehall observer. ‘Only a golden bullet could have stopped the trial.’
Only two people could order the trial to end: the Director of Public Prosecutions, David Calvert-Smith; and the Attorney General, Lord (Peter) Goldsmith.
Now he was being asked to consider how to save the monarchy. His decision was that the trial should be brought to an end.
Crown Prosecutor Boyce announced in the courtroom that the trial was over. Charles and Peat breathed sighs of relief.
So did Burrell: ‘The Queen came through for me,’ he exclaimed. In the ensuing excitement, his brother, Graham, told a journalist: ‘He will have his revenge, but he will do it with dignity.’
With the trial in ruins, everyone was blamed except Charles.
Diana’s sister concluded: ‘They couldn’t afford for Paul Burrell to go into the witness box. Burrell had told the Prince of Wales that he would tell all unless the trial was halted.
Edmund Lawson, the QC commissioned by Michael Peat to investigate the allegation that Charles’s household had influenced the halting of the trial, said in his report that such an allegation did not stand up to scrutiny: there was simply no evidence to suggest there was any interference by Prince Charles ‘to procure the termination’ of the trial.
Nor was there any evidence to suggest that the Queen’s recollection had been made in order to derail the trial.
‘Let’s nick Peat for seeking to pervert the course of justice,’
The scandal, had the prince’s private secretary been formally cautioned and interviewed, would have been immense. But nothing happened.
That left the most important mystery — the Queen’s recollection.
And Charles? In the polls, his popularity fell back to the dismal level last seen in the days after Diana’s death.
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FULL ARTICLE HERE
Though still showing sympathy for the queen. 'Why is Prince Charles so extraordinarily self-indulgent?
Why can’t he be more like his mother, who lives without complaint under leaky roofs and in rooms that haven’t
been repainted since her Coronation?'
'Nobody knows what utter hell it is to be Prince of Wales,’ Charles said in November 2004. His idea of hell, it must be said, is unlikely to be shared by most of his future subjects.
Take, for example, accounts of what it is like to have Prince Charles come to stay for the weekend.
Before a visit to one friend in North-East England, he sent his staff ahead a day early with a truck carrying furniture to replace the perfectly appropriate fittings in the guest rooms.
And not just the odd chest of drawers: the truck contained nothing less than Charles and Camilla’s complete bedrooms, including the Prince’s orthopaedic bed, along with his own linen.
His staff had also made sure to pack a small radio, Charles’s own lavatory seat, rolls of Kleenex Premium Comfort lavatory paper, Laphroaig whisky and bottled water (for both bedrooms), plus two landscapes of the Scottish Highlands.
The next delivery to arrive was his food — organic, of course. His hosts decided, despite their enjoyment of his company, not to invite him again.
Their experience was less distressing, however, than that of the family asked to host Charles for a long weekend on the Welsh borders.
Over the preceding months, they’d invited many friends for the four meals at which he’d preside; they’d also hired staff and ordered in masses of food and flowers.
But on the Friday afternoon of Charles’s expected arrival, there was a call from St James’s Palace to offer regrets. Under pressure of business, the Prince could not arrive until Saturday morning.
The following day, the same official telephoned to offer regrets for Saturday lunch, but gave the assurance that Charles would arrive for dinner. Then, that afternoon, the whole visit was cancelled due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’.
The considerable waste and disappointment were not mitigated when Charles later revealed to his stricken hostess the reason for his cancellation. He had felt unable to abandon the beauty of his sunlit garden at Highgrove, he said.
For about six months of every year, the heir to the throne enjoyed a unique lifestyle in beautiful places, either in seclusion or with friends.
Although his travelling staff (a butler, two valets, chef, private secretary, typist and bodyguards) could anticipate most of his movements between his six homes, the only definite confirmation of his final destination, especially to his hosts, would be the arrival of a truck carrying suitcases, furniture and food.
There then followed endless telephone calls with his staff as he changed his mind about his future plans and projects.
For four months every year he lived in Scotland, where he expected people to visit him from London, usually at their own expense.
Sometimes, he travelled abroad. After the death of the Queen Mother in March 2002, for instance, he flew to Greece to stay for three days on his own in a monastery on Mount Athos.
Unfortunately, someone took a photograph that showed the Prince stepping off a boat with a butler and a remarkable amount of luggage in tow — certainly far more than anyone could need for a few days’ meditation.
The image didn’t exactly chime with the theme of the imminent Jubilee celebrations: to emphasise the monarchy’s relevance in modern Britain. Charles’s staff could see this, even if he couldn’t.Julia Cleverdon, an executive on one of his charities, stuck the photo on her office wall and wrote, with risky irony: ‘We’re off to Mt Athos with 43 pieces of luggage.’
The Prince’s other free weeks were likely to be divided between well-off friends. At Chatsworth, the 175-room home of his beloved Debo Mitford, the Duchess of Devonshire, Charles and Camilla would be assigned a whole wing for up to three weeks.
During the shooting season, the Prince opted for the company of Gerald Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, at either Eaton Hall, near Chester, or at the Duke’s shooting lodge in the Forest of Bowland in Lancashire.
In between, he stayed at Garrowby, the home of the Earl and Countess of Halifax in Yorkshire, and with Chips and Sarah Keswick in Invermark, Scotland.
Even his personal policeman was roped in to cater to his comfort. If the Prince had to attend a function, the policeman would arrive with a flask containing a pre-mixed Martini. This would then be handed over to the host’s butler along with a special glass that Charles insisted on using.
And if he was expected to sit for a meal, the host would be informed in advance that an aide would be delivering a bag containing the Prince’s food. This was in complete contrast with the Queen, who always ate what everyone else was having.
None of this petulant behaviour would be on show, however, when Charles emerged in public. On those occasions, he’d show what appeared to be genuine interest in people and events.
Few outsiders could guess, commented one adviser, whether or not he was ‘just putting on a game face’.
Sir Christopher Airy, who became his private secretary in 1990, was once reprimanded for suggesting to Charles that a forthcoming visit was ‘your duty’. The Prince shouted at him: ‘Duty is what I live — an intolerable burden.’
At home, his demands were constant, which meant an assistant had to be on call in Charles’s office until he went to sleep.
All his aides were subject to familiar daily tirades. ‘Even my office is not the right temperature,’ he’d moan. ‘Why do I have to put up with this? It makes my life so unbearable.’
Sir John Riddell, his private secretary for five years from 1985, once told a colleague that Charles was better suited to being a second-hand car salesman than a royal prince.
‘Every time I made the office work,’ Riddell observed, ‘the Prince f***ed it up again.
‘He comes in, complains that his office is “useless” and people cannot spell and the world is so unfair, then says: “This is part of the intolerable burden I put up with. This incompetence!” ’
When Charles entertained at home, everything was geared to his own habits and convenience. Dinner would be served to guests at 8pm, but he wouldn’t arrive until 8.15pm, because he’d decided against eating a first course.
It was fine, therefore, for dinner guests to start without him. Not at breakfast, though: visitors to Highgrove were cautioned by Camilla not to begin eating before the Prince appeared.
He was also unusually particular about his gardens at Highgrove. Because he refused to use pesticides, he employed four gardeners who would lie, nose-down, on a trailer pulled by a slow-moving Land Rover to pluck out weeds.
In addition, retired Indian servicemen were deployed to prowl through the undergrowth at night with torches and handpick slugs from the leaves of plants.
Charles also gave rein to extravagance in his office, where he employed an individual private secretary for each of his interests — including the charities, architecture, complementary medicine and the environment.
And anyone visiting the office at St James’s Palace would be escorted to it by no fewer than three footmen, each responsible for a short segment of corridor.
A weekend with the Prince at Sandringham, meanwhile, can be a decidedly odd experience. One group of writers and journalists, invited five years ago, arrived to find that each of them had been assigned a servant.
Friday after dinner was listed as a cinema night. The chosen film was Robert Altman’s Gosford Park, depicting upstairs/downstairs life to an audience surrounded by the reality of that social order. The film became a regular feature of Charles’s culture weekends.
Michael Fawcett, the Prince’s former valet and fixer, supervised the placing of chairs in front of a screen in the ballroom. In the front row were two throne-like armchairs for Charles and Camilla.
Soon everyone was seated, and servants entered with silver platters of ice cream. The film started. Charles and Camilla instantly fell asleep, and the ice cream slowly melted away.
On Saturday, the guests took a walk with Charles, during which he spoke about his belief in a sustainable environment. They were careful to avoid debate: their host, they had been cautioned, was easily offended.
‘People think I’m bonkers, crackers,’ Charles groaned suddenly, in the middle of a field. ‘Do you think I’m mad?’ he asked, in a manner that forbade a positive reply.
The two-hour walk ended back at the house, where the guests were served tea.
‘Right, we’re off,’ Charles announced, striding out of the house after a quick cup. Jumping into his Aston Martin, he drove at breakneck speed down narrow, twisting lanes, reassured that police motorcyclists had cleared other traffic.
His guests followed in a fleet of gleaming Land Rovers, arriving at Charles’s local church in time to hear a short concert.
On Sunday, female guests had been instructed to wear appropriate hats and gloves for a trip to the local Anglican church, St Mary the Virgin and St Mary Magdalen. The two who chose to go to mass at a nearby Roman Catholic church felt Charles’s displeasure.
By Sunday dinner, some of the guests had become puzzled about their host. His habit of commandeering a small bowl of olive oil just for himself provoked one visitor to recount a story of Charles during a recent trip to India.
The Prince had invited the banking heir Lord billionaires be rounded up to accompany him. During the tour, a sumptuous lunch was held in a maharaja’s palace.
Unexpectedly, a loaf of Italian bread was placed on the table. As an American billionaire reached out to take a piece, Charles shouted: ‘No, that’s mine! Only for me!’
In reply to that story, another visitor recalled that on a previous weekend at Sandringham, a guest had brought Charles a truffle as a gift. To everyone’s envy, Charles did not share the delicacy at dinner but kept it to himself.
Those who know him have often asked themselves why Prince Charles is so extraordinarily self-indulgent
At the end of the Sandringham weekend — the guests were asked not to leave until the Monday morning — some were told to leave £150 in cash for the staff, or to visit the estate’s souvenir shop.
Most would tell their friends that Charles seemed genuine, but that the weekend was surreal.
Those who know him have often asked themselves why Prince Charles is so extraordinarily self-indulgent. Why can’t he be more like his mother, who lives without complaint under leaky roofs and in rooms that haven’t been repainted since her Coronation?
In 2006, for instance, Charles used the royal train simply to travel to Penrith to visit a pub — at a cost of £18,916 — as part of his ‘pub in the hub’ initiative to revitalise village life.
And he spent £20,980 for a day trip by plane from Scotland to Lincolnshire to watch William receive his RAF wings.
By contrast, the Queen travelled by train — courtesy of First Capital Connect — to Sandringham at Christmas. Her ticket cost £50, instead of the £15,000 her journey would have cost by the royal train.
Some have speculated that Charles’s extravagance is a kind of revenge on the Duke of Edinburgh, for sending him to Gordonstoun in Scotland during his formative years. The Prince loathed the school’s Spartan regime, but his father insisted he stay there to complete his secondary education.
The other mystery is why Charles has never seemed to appreciate his great good fortune. Instead, he has given vent so frequently to resentment that one friend has dubbed him ‘an Olympian whinger’.
With a personal income of millions from the Duchy of Cornwall (£16.3 million in 2007 alone) he could afford to indulge his slightest whim — yet even that didn’t satisfy him.
One evening, the Prince was particularly maudlin at a dinner hosted by a billionaire in Klosters, Switzerland, for a number of the super-rich. When they’d finished eating, Charles huddled in a corner with King Constantine of Greece. ‘We pulled the short straw,’ sighed the Prince.
Compared with others in the room, he complained, both he and the King were stuck for cash. In his case, he explained, the Duchy of Cornwall administrators would repeatedly tell him what he couldn’t afford to do.
In fact, Charles doesn’t have to answer to anyone over his use of the duchy’s income.
At the time of his complaint, among his 124 staff — most of them paid for by taxpayers — were four valets.
Why four for one man? So that two would always be available to help him change his clothes, which he did up to five times every day.
It could be argued that it is his association with billionaires that has made Charles so dissatisfied with his lot. During a recent after-dinner speech at Waddesdon Manor, Lord Rothschild’s Buckinghamshire home, Charles complained that his host employed more gardeners than himself — 15 against his nine.
Fortunately, the public were unaware of such gripes. His staff, however, began to realise that his extravagance was threatening to undermine his public image.
To counter this, Michael Fawcett told a charity donor: ‘His Royal Highness lives modestly. He hasn’t got a yacht and doesn’t eat lunch.’
This had the benefit of being partly true: Charles has never bought a yacht and prefers not to eat lunch — though he could easily afford both.
More worryingly, the Prince’s then private secretary Sir Michael Peat decided to brief a journalist that ‘Charles does not enjoy a champagne and caviar lifestyle’.
Contrary to the public’s perception, he continued, the Prince possessed only one car, and did not even own his own home.
In reality, Charles had access to a fleet of at least six cars, including two Aston Martins, a Bentley, an Audi, a Range Rover and a Land Rover.
And Peat’s quibble about the legal ownership of the six homes variously occupied by the Prince (Clarence House, Highgrove, Birkhall, the Castle of Mey, Balmoral and Sandringham) was clearly disingenuous.
Among other things Peat failed to mention was that when Charles moved into Clarence House, in 2003, the cost of refurbishment had soared from £3 million towards £6 million — all funded by the taxpayer.
Or that the 15-bedroom Castle of Mey, had been rebuilt with the help of a £1 million gift from Julia Kauffman, a Canadian-born heiress living in Kansas City.
Foreign Office officials, however, were well aware of the Prince’s tendency to demand the best of everything, without dipping into his own pocket.
Indeed, relations with the heir to the throne became increasingly strained as he continued to insist on travelling on private planes, especially to the Continent.
After one particularly nasty spat, Charles reluctantly agreed to fly commercial in Europe. But on his return, he refused ever again to take a BA plane.
‘He wanted the convenience — and not to mix with hoi polloi,’ observed one mandarin dryly.
REBEL Prince: The Power, Passion and Defiance of Prince Charles by Tom Bower, published by William Collins on Thursday at £20.
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